BIG SYKE - Highdollaz lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

I'm high till I die,

Drunk till I'm gone

Everybody wanna talk but leave me alone

Homies sayz about the feds, little brothers dead

And all I see is murder and trouble always ahead

So I'm trapped in pain, cause momma won't stop cryin'

Got nothin' to gain in the game forever tryin'

Will I lose so I choose to be a killa

So when you mention Syke they say, fuck that nigga

But I don't give a fuck I'm drivin' buckets,

stackin' duckets, tryna get my mail,

Constantly warned about death in jail

So I'm high why even try, glocks to the sky

It's either me or the enemy somebody gonna die

But nobody cares the world is so ungrateful,

It ain't fair my woman dropped me after being faithful

I can't take it I smoke a pack a day

It's like I'm goin' cracked away,

What you say...

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Time's revolvin' can you see the change?

Never solvin' things will always stay the same,

Time's revolvin' can you feel the pain?

Never solvin' things will always stay the same

[Verse 2:]

Dear mister president I represent the ghetto

Tell ya wife hello, I'll be brief wid this kinda grief

Niggas is locked up set blocked up penetentiary lies

Mo' niggas in jail than baptised,

For centuries my loyalty family pockets stay lackin'

Homie's stretch is overcrowded and you still taxin'

Homies dyin' now who got the clout, not me,

You get more time for 5 grammes and a half a ki

Blacks poppin' rocks, whites on the powder grind

You wanna test mine, rather die than let you see me cry

So I'm lost what's the cost for a crime boss

It depends on the color of the sauce

Democrats Republicans stumblin' to the concrete

Cause they covered by white sheets,

Can't compete wid you scandalous politicians

So every fuckin' night, I'm on a mission

Highdolla gangbangin'

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[Verse 3:]

Still caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips,

I'm surrounded by blood and crips, will I trip?

I need money disjunction, so I'm wild can't function

Ain't that something for nothing?

Who the fuck do I look like?

To go from Lil Syke to Big Syke overnight

Bangin' tights in '79 rollin' perimeters

From January to December, can you remember?

Big homies puttin' in work, 6-4s in the dirt

Going body wid your Gs till ya knuckles hurt

In the land of the lost where it cost to bang

So I made it off the street fame fuck the rap game

It's a shame so much pressure and pain

Niggas can't maintain cause on the streets they got bustas scandalous

Now you a killin' apparatus nigga come now,

Vow to stay a hog till the day I die

While busta niggas wanna try,

This highdolla gangbangin'

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